Beautiful People

Meeting Misha

"Y/n! We need you here!" Eric Kripke called.

"Coming!" You quickly made your way to the set, adjusting your teal flannel.

"You ready?"

"Yep. Let's do this," you smiled.

"By the way, the actor for Castiel wants to be a surprise, so just work with your lines like you practiced, okay?"

"Got it," you replied. You joined Jensen and Jim on set. Symbols of all types covered the walls and floor. Jensen and Jim sat on tables, acting bored.

"And... Action!"

"You sure you did the ritual right?" Dean asked. Bobby gave him a look.

"Dean, stop," you scolded.

"What, Hanna? I'm just curious!" The roof begins to shake. You snatch a knife off the table and face the door, Dean and Bobby doing the same, except with guns.

"Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind...?" Dean suggested.

"Doubt that, Dean," you said, rolling your eyes. The doors to the warehouse burst open, and a man with dark, almost black hair and stroking blue eyes. He wore a business suit under a tan trench coat. As he walked towards the three of you, sparks flew from the lights. He never even faltered passing the symbols. Dean and Bobby fired bullets at the man, but they didn't even affect him. You just stood there, too stunned to react, just like the script said to.

"Who are you?" Dean asked.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition," the man replied in a gruff, but surprisingly soft voice. It was like velvet to your ears, even though you had no idea who he was.

"Yeah. Thanks for that," Dean thanked, plunging Ruby's knife into the man's chest. He looked down, unconcerned, and pulled the knife from his chest, and dropped it to the floor. (You weren't concerned for his safety, because the knife had a retractable blade.) Bobby swings a machete towards the man, and he stops it with his hand, twisting it around and touching Bobby's forehead, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Bobby!" You called. You rushed to his side, shaking his body. You looked up at the man, a single tear falling from your eye.

"We need to talk, Dean, Hanna. Alone."

"And... Cut!" Eric yelled. You stood up, holding out your hand to help Jim up as well. Jim gave you a half hug and mumbled a good job to you.

"Y/n! Come here."

"Yeah?"

"Y/n, this is Misha Collins. As you've probably figured out by now, he plays Castiel."

"Nice to meet you, Misha."

"Nice to meet you, too, Y/n."

"I decided to keep the identity of Misha from you so that the interaction with him for the first time was genuine. We have a plot line in the works for Castiel's and Hanna's story throughout out the upcoming seasons," Eric explained, looking from you to Misha. You still couldn't get over those ocean eyes, no matter how hard you tried to get them out of your head.

"Wait, what do you mean 'Castiel's and Hanna's story'?" You questioned, willing yourself not to look at Misha.

"They didn't tell you? Did they tell you, Misha?" Misha shook his head and Eric continued, "Hanna is going to Castiel's love interest in the future." Your eyes went wide, and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"What?"

"Yeah. It's still in the works, but that's what we're thinking. Now, we need to continue with the scene. Y/n, from now on, act like if you really, really like Castiel."

"Sure."

"Good. Now, back on set!" You rushed to your place, leaning against a table and staring at the ground.

"Action!"

Dean checked Bobby's neck for a pulse, then looked up and glared at the mysterious man.

"Your friend's alive."

"Who are you?"

"Castiel."

"Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?" Dean asked, standing up to full height. Castiel looked at Dean, an emotionless expression on his face.

"I'm an Angel of the Lord."

"You are?" You quizzed, a hint of curiosity in your voice.

"There's no such thing," Dean scoffed.

"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith. Hanna at least has some. Not a lot, but she has faith." Lightning flashed behind Castiel, and black, shadowy wings spread themselves out, proving that he was in fact an angel.

'This is seems a little too real...' you thought.

"Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes."

"I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that."

"Wait, wait, wait. At the gas station and the motel, that was you talking?"

"Yes. That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong."

"I could hear you," you mumbled.

"What did you say, Hanna?" You froze. That wasn't scripted. Any moment, they would cut the scene and start over. Nothing, so you continued.

"I could hear you," you repeated. Castiel tilted his head to the side. His blue eyes stared into your own e/c ones.

"To be honest, I kinda forgot you were at the motel," Dean chuckled. You glared at him, and he shrugged. Dean faced Castiel once again.

"And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?"

"This? This is... a vessel," Castiel answered.

"You're possessing some poor bastard?"

"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."

"Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?"

"I told you," Castiel frowned.

"Why would an angel rescue him, though?" You questioned.

"Good things do happen, to anyone, if they deserve it. And you, Dean, deserve it."

"Not in my experience," Dean scoffed.

"Dean, is it that hard to believe that you are worth saving? Everyone deserves a second chance. Everyone. Maybe Castiel was told to save you, so he did."

"That is correct. It was commanded. Because we have work for you."

'They didn't call cut. What is happening?'

"Hanna? Are you alright?" Castiel inquired. You felt lightheaded and dizzy. Something was wrong. Why hadn't they called cut? You looked to where the camera should be. There was no camera. Your breathing became heavy, and you felt suddenly queasy.

"Hanna."

"What's wrong?"

Their voices were far away. You felt like you were underwater, and it felt like you were drowning in reality. Only, this wasn't reality.

It hit you like a train. You were no longer on set, but in the show itself. That wasn't Misha. That was Castiel. That wasn't Jensen. That was Dean. That wasn't Jim. That was Bobby.

You weren't Y/n. You were Hanna.

"Hanna!" Dean called as you fell to the ground, darkness filling your vision, as you passed out.